Pharamcueticals Salesmen II

I live, work, worship, garden and shop within a 5 mile radius in the heart of the Bronx. It has it's pros and cons. Recently, in my new role as a Neighborhood Organizer... I am becoming accoustom to some of the risk.

For instance. There are three brothers who live in the building next door to mine.. My earliest memory is of  the eldest. He has a stricken appearance tall, dark, soulful hazel eyes, dusty brown hair and deep dimples, he was making googly eyes with my sis. Now we weren't the type of family to hang out in our building. One day father sniff something and said out loud... that family is rough. He is a salesman.... Of course I am paraphrasing, the point is that we all knew that but at the instant my father felt it necessary to clarify it just in case.  But, nothing came of that to my knowledge and we never really progressed passed 15 mins. conversations . Hello goodbye and other neighborly stuff.  I went to college. It seemed he went to jail. Life happened. Years later I am working at a local Community Center. I am hosting a meeting encouraging residents to get active. Who walks in but Carmelo. 

I found it kinda awkward. Not because I didn't remember him,  or I had a bad experince. But our lives never crossed. It made him seem more human and ordinary. Walking pass him and observing him from a far growing up his family was incredible. I wonder should I invite him to my next meeting?

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